Her eyes were stuck at the scenes, despite her eyes that stung and the tears that streamed down. Her heart beat loudly as she stared at the broken smile of her beloved nanny, Hessy. A woman who was akin to her mother. A woman who was her only pillar. The only one who killed, lied, and betrayed for her without blinking. The only woman who cared for her. She tightened her fist on the rail, her whispering prayer yearning for the impossible. Hessy was on her knees, with her hands tied cruelly behind her back. Her body trembled in the insufferable cold but even her rugged appearance couldn't hide the benevolence she exuded for Princess Scarlet. The dagger was placed on her neck, but the woman didn't even flinch. She mouthed the words 'Live Well.' The Princess's breath hitched and the executioner raised his sword in the air to strike her neck- A hand covering her eyes pulled her back. "No... No! No... Stop it!" She struggled and sobbed wildly but then a menacing slash in the wind, f

She was outright dragged into the hall. As all the lowly peasants and slaves testified, it was a time for highborn women to take the burn. The men were already tested. In the end, the people who were discarded were either spies, suspicious, or just an eye sore to the King. She had heard that wretched woman Sayon's brother, was there at every point. Even now Sayon wasn't present, instead, her brother stood firm there sneering at every woman here. She wanted to shout and curse at the King for letting his bitch of a mistress slip through without testing. She realized then that maybe if she had been his 'ideal mistress' and lived as a corpse, she wouldn't need to be here like Sayon. It was disgusting, but Laylin was desperate to live. And when her temper subsided, she guessed as much. She was no better than a lowly slave, ready to bend her head as long as it saves it from being cut. Her eyes fell on Scarlet, who was glaring with puffy red-rimmed eyes at the floor in resentment. Beh

Seeing the situation take a drastic turn against her, Laylin's desperate eyes lowered to her husband who was looking at her with a turn of his lips, as if to say, ‘See?’ Her shivering body cowered down as tears welled up in her eyes. She decided to swallow her pride and spout something closer to the truth. Laying breaths came out in pants, her anxiety was getting to her head. The way she was persecuted, she felt convinced that there was no way out of it. She flailed about, feeling light-headed. “No. No, I didn’t and everyone already know that! Doing so, wouldn’t have ever played in my favor. If I had planned it, I would have known this much. It was instinctive with no killing intent. I was just scared of the witch hunt! I was afraid of the examination on my nanny and me! I freaked out and acted. I saw the executions yesterday and I…” She chewed her lips, staring at him with wet eyes, telling him to end this. The entire court waited for the King’s command while he assessed her with

Her morning was stale like nothing happened yesterday night when she had just walked out of the jaws of death several times. She gritted her teeth, patting her forehead in frustration. It was a miracle he had left early the next morning without being nosy or angry. The assassin was out in the open and could babble to anyone. All it would take is a grain of suspicion... Groaning in frustration, she flipped the tray. 'CLING! CLANK!' The cutlery went crashing down. Her maids flinched back. “Argh… Why?! Why!” Halo and Sami just stared at her fling things around for the sixth time. The Princess wasn't the abuser type but had been getting mad at things since morning. They had heard of the assassination attempt and how the King had forced her to relocate to his other suite. The Princess had been livid, screaming and crying. The whole night staff had witnessed it and now the whole palace was buzzing with it. She was like a ticking time bomb, getting angry one second, shouting, thro

“So you are saying he keeps demons close to him and is a demon himself too?” She downed the tea in one gulp, before refilling it with cold tea from the pot. This time, she didn’t try to warm it with her aura, instead, she wished to cremate a body. Her Aunt’s, specifically. She was laying on her office sofa with her legs open shrewdly while the blueprint of the Palaces floated in the air above her. She read through it like this, swinging her stocking clad legs in the air. Laylin gritted her teeth, praying for patience. It was a relief that her office was so high up for someone to snoop around and servants were already reprimanded by her and sent on odd jobs. “Half demon, I suspect! He’s probably a half-demon and would you please behave like a respectable member of society!” Her aunt removed her reading glasses, rubbing her eyes as if kneading dough before pinching the bridge of her nose as she struggled to sit up in the dress. “What do you know of demons, Lassie? How much of t